Looking out through my window, what beauty I did see,
One magic impression, perfect for photography.
Gold skies you’d think that only a painter could create,
But it is so real not something you might fabricate,
Colours so glorious, and unbelievably fine,
As the sun starts sinking slowly behind the tall pine,
To view it, it is something beyond comprehension,
I thought that this was worth bringing to your attention.
For when a sunset’s reflection covers the whole sky,
So vivid is the hue, that it overwhelms the eye.
The single colour I observed was just amazing,
A vast vision that suddenly set my heart blazing,
It is there for just a moment, then gone in a trice,
But to stand looking in awe is enough to suffice.
For only a brief second, one instant in a trance,
There is joy on receiving such a fantastic chance.
© Ernestine Northover
How true that these moments would seem unreal if portrayed in paint and that they live for only the briefest time. Thanks for something that captures and holds those lovely images.
There is something lovely about sunset and indeed sunrise, you have captured sunset so well here, excellent writing,10 Lynda xxx
You have painted in words a lovely portrait for us to enjoy Ernestine, thank you! ! *10*! Best wishes! Friend Thad
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You have captured your 'moment' of perfection and enabled all of us to share it. More beautiful, I believe, that a photograph, is a poet's reflection on a moment like this. Glorious poetscape. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥